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The man who walks into the Nexus, doesn't realize it because he has his nose in a book. It's an old book, leather bound, yellowing pages, thick and heavy, almost like a tome. He looks pale, like he spends too much time indoors, and he smells like books, leather, glue and paper. He walks in a vaguely straight line until he hits a couch.
Those damn couches, appearing out of nowhere.
After oofing at the couch and peering around, pushing up a pair of thin glasses that are there (even if they aren't in the PB) he notices the sign.
He shuts the book and taps his fingers on it, before shrugging, "How important is family history to you? Have anyone famous in your family?"
Those damn couches, appearing out of nowhere.
After oofing at the couch and peering around, pushing up a pair of thin glasses that are there (even if they aren't in the PB) he notices the sign.
He shuts the book and taps his fingers on it, before shrugging, "How important is family history to you? Have anyone famous in your family?"